It was pitch dark.
There was the rustling sound of clothes being taken off.
I frowned in dissatisfaction, not understanding what he was thinking. If he wanted to be friends with me, he could just tell me. I would definitely not refuse. Is it necessary to do this? He took off my clothes one by one without any struggle.
If I could move, I would have opened my legs and let him get on top of me.
Actually, I think it doesn’t matter whether you are above or below, as long as you like it.
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